#when i first found him he wasnt even close to reach them

[sleep-nurse]

I got bored and accidentally fell for the nurse robot type t propaganda

before my zer0h propaganda.....i used to spread nurse robot type t propaganda

#asks #thing is nurse robot type t is way wayyyyyy way more popular than zer0h #so i started doing business #poor guy only has a measly 1k subscribers #when i first found him he wasnt even close to reach them #also tbh............................his music enlightens my life #anyways good luck with the killing robot

[whirlwindimagines]

hello! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is upset and crying (i wanted to originally ask if it could be a panic attack but i wasnt sure if you were comfortable with that) and vash is at a lost of how to help them so he just presses his forehead agaisnt theirs just like he does when he's helping plants and to his surprise it works?

The way I gasped when I read this I love this so much! I used to have panic attacks lol I don’t mind writing mild ones. Also sorry I haven't been posting much ;p; I've been slowly getting ready for my trip, and work has been something! I'll try to crank more out lol

‘I don't have much to say’

Vash x Reader

You're thankful to have some time to yourself, being in a cramped car with so many other people, good be suffocating, not that you didn’t mind the company for the most part…it was just a lot.

So, when Meryl said she was tired of driving and wanted to camp out for the night, you were the first to agree! Once camp had been set up, you can feel that overwhelming feeling. Not wanting to be a bother you mention you’re going for a quick walk, and that you won’t wander far.

Choosing to ignore the concerned look Vash gives you, instead leaving to head out into the dunes. Making sure to keep the camp at least in someone what sight, you managed to find a boulder heading to the other side for some privacy you sit in the sand.

Trying to count your breaths in and out, digging your hands in the sand to ground yourself, doing everything possible to not let your thoughts race. It’s hard to even know what set this off, it’s pathetic. With that thought you know your crying, placing your hands over your mouth to muffle the sobbing. 

Not knowing how long you’ve been sitting out, your startled when a gentle hand is placed on your shoulder, breath hitching and looking up in surprise you’ve come face to face with Vash. He is on his knees beside you, a look of such concern in his eyes your mind registers his lips moving, but your ears are ringing so loud, feeling humiliated that he’s found you in such a weak state. 

The thought makes you sob more, wrapping your arms around yourself to appear smaller, Vash’s eyes widen as he looks up you, unsure how to help, but wanting too so desperately. Your clearly in pain, and he doesn’t have a clue on what to do to help.

But Vash needs to help, it’s his nature so with a thought he reaches for you with gentle hands, cupping your face with one warm and one cool hand he touches his forehead to yours in such a gentle way you nearly forget how to breathe. His eyes are closed while yours are wide open.

“It’s okay I’m here” Vash says it’s so quietly you nearly miss it, having to steady your breaths, but the feeling of his hands on your face and him being so close is just so comforting that you close your eyes breathing in his scent. You don't know how long the two of you continue to sit there simply existing with each other. 

It helps, more than you could ever imagine, pressing closer to Vash as you close your eyes. “Thank you.” You feel as if those words aren't enough, that you’ll never be able to describe the pure gratitude you have towards Vash at this moment. You feel Vash’s rub his thumbs over the top of your cheeks, the motion is smoothing and continues to help ground you.

“You don't need to thank me…whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” your breath hitches at his words, feeling his breath ghost over your lips, opening your eyes just to take a peek at his face, your surprises that his are now open and he’s looking at you with an unreadable expression, his blue eyes so kind. 

Your eyes soften looking at him, he pulls back a bit to place a kiss on your forehead before pulling you completely into his arms. You know all your problems aren’t solved, and you have your worries and anxieties, but you let yourself enjoy this moment here with Vash.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader

[dulaglutide]

Hey! This is my first time doing a request,i hope thats okay.

Can i have headcannons about all 4 clones of uppermoon reacting to a human female reader that is really sensetive to weather? Like when its raining or if its getting colder outside,having a bad headeache and during that time,sleeps all day and stays in bed

I hope that wasnt to much

Have a great day/night!

Omg I love that! Fun fact: my body is sensitive to when the weather changes to summer and my whole body becomes inflamed for a day or two when summer starts (I did them separately I am sorry if you didn’t want them separate) Warnings: Swearing (Sekido), Slight sexual themes nothing in detail (Karaku)

Hantengu clones x human fem reader who is sensitive to weather!

Aizetsu

Aizetsu had just gotten home from a mission and was surprised when you didn’t come greet him like you usually do

He went into the bedroom you two had shared to find you under 5 blankets and sleeping

It was winter yes and you were human but he never thought you would need so many blankets so he didn’t think much of it

Until you woke up and looked really upset and annoyed

”Darling……..is everything alright?” Aizetsu said calmly sitting down next to you

”I hate winter………” you mumbled

”Why…?” Aizetsu said

”Because I can never get warm and I have horrible headaches..” You said shoving your face into the pillow

Aizetsu nodded as he got into the futon you were laying in and pulled you close to him

”D……does this help at all…..?” He said slowly

You melted into his arms as he held you

He always managed to make you feel better even when you were at your hardest times

He would also get you stuff to heat yourself up with if you wanted

“Yes…….it does…” you replied falling asleep in his arms

Sekido

It was raining that day so Sekido didn’t go on a mission so he thought it was going to be a laid back day

Little did he know he would be taking care of you because of how cold it was

You were shivering on the couch under blankets but you were freezing

”Why the fuck are you shivering so damn much? You have so many blankets on!” Sekido half yelled

“I-it’s really cold……” you said back

He only sighed getting up to go get something

You thought he left because he found your little issue annoying

But when he came back with a heating pad and put it on your forehead you knew he cared

You knew he didn’t want you to say anything because he “doesn’t have a soft spot for you”

But you knew that he cared so you stayed silent smiling because you knew he was just a big angry teddy bear that loved you

Karaku

It was pouring rain outside and it was cold but Karaku thought it was fine because he is barley ever cold

Little did he know his human girlfriend would be heavily affected by this

“Love!” You heard your boyfriend shout

You didn’t get up out of bed or reply because you didn’t want to cause anymore coldness getting to you

”Love? Why are you under so many blankets in bed?!” Karaku said getting his face really close to yours

“I’m cold………” you replied sleepily

”Would you like me to warm you up?” Karaku said with a growing smirk on his face

You knew what he meant by that and you weren’t totally opposed to the idea because it would make you warm

”Karaku…….not right now…….we can later….” You replied

After hearing your response Karaku climbed into bed with you and put you on top of his chest so you could hear his heartbeat

”Then…….I’ll hold you close to keep you warm.” He said teasingly

You didn’t say anything as you slowly fell asleep

Urogi

It was winter and believe it or not Urogi was a little cold just like you

Urogi saw how you were shivering in bed due to the cold weather and understood because since he is part bird he knew what it felt like to be very cold in the winter

”Birdie! Do you want to cuddle with me!” Urogi said with a big smile on his face hoping you will say yes

You guys cuddled A LOT but you were never upset about it

You didn’t say anything but you reached your arms out and did grabby hands at him so he understood that it was a yes

You saw his smile grow even wider at your response so he picked you up and laid you on his chest

He wrapped his arms around you but not only his arms but his wings

His wings were very warm when he wrapped them around you so you were very happy about it

”I love you…..Urogi…..thank you….” You said

Urogi yelled on accident, “I LOVE YOU TOO!”

(Sorry if they were to short)

#hantengu x reader #sekido #aizetsu #hantengu clones #hantengu #karaku #urogi x reader #urogi #kny urogi #aizetsu x reader #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

[pomogando]

OMG I JUST SAW UR REQUESTS R OPEN!!! Hiii!!! I was wondering if you could write (headcanons, or whatever you want!!) of Banhammer and an Artist S/O?? The gender can be neutral!! And like the S/O has a special sketchbook just full of Banhammer, and only him. But the S/O left it out on accident and Banhammer takes a little peek inside it 👀 And theres also like little side notes too!! Like, "Drawing the love again <33" or "Silly guy!! <3" or even like some embarrassing thoughts like, "WHY HE LOOK SO FINE AT 46 ✋" lmao Hope u have a good day!!!! Or night!!!

Banhammer and artist s/o

(No tws, romantic intended, fluffy, gn reader, a bit short..)

If there's anything you found out from being with banhammer, it's that he was, by default, nosy.

You were always drawing him, usually when he was busy working out and you had nothing better to do. You liked being by his side anyhow.

He was covered in sweat when he saw you look up from your sketchbook, then quickly look down once you got your reference. He instantly jumped to your side to see what you were doing.

"Ew, banhammer! You're sweaty!"

You quickly closed the notebook, shielding it with your body as he pouted and asked to see what it was. You always showed him your drawings. Why was this one any different? "Let me see!" He whined, a big paw on your face as he tried to grab your sketchbook. You couldn't help but laugh. You wouldn't dare show him what you drew, your face turning red out of embarassment

He tumbles over his own weight, allowing you time to escape and hide the sketchbook.

He was lucky enough to see a glimpse of it, and the figure looked familiar, but it wasnt enough to satisfy his curiosity.

He didn't bother about it after, which was surprising. After another day of drawing, you huffed as you put down the sketchpad in frustration. It wasn't coming out how you wanted. He pulled you into his lap, gently squeezing you as he purred. It always seemed to calm you down despite being hotheaded. You laid on his chest.

You slowly drifted off to sleep. Banhammer was about to join you when he took notice that your sketchbook was right there, free for the taking. He quickly (but quietly) reaches for it, his hands shook in excitment.

He flipped through the pages impatiently, he saw the ones you had shown him first. Then he found the ones you hadn't, his eyes widened as his face started heat up.

He definitely didn't expect all these drawings of him. It felt like seeing a photo of himself. Each picture felt like a shot to the heart.

He ran one of his clawed fingers gently across the lines of a detailed sketch of himself. The attention to detail made him exasperated. What didn't help was the loving notes on the side of each sketch of him.

"My beloved ♥️"

"Love of my life!!"

"Handsome.."

He was practically a mess reading all of the little doting messages. He let out a small breath of air in an attempt to calm his beating heart. He wanted to pull you into a tight hug and never let go. He continued reading the small messages and the doodles of him doing mundane things. One of them drawn of him after one of his phighting matches. He remembered you eyeing him, at the time he thought maybe you were upset about something.

"How can someone be so perfect?"

He closed the book a bit louder than he meant to, unable to handle the praise.

...

The next time you draw him, you'll think he wasn't paying attention to you. Maybe he lost interest? The relief you felt quickly vanished when he looked at you with a smug smile

"Are you getting my good side?" He said proudly, posing for you.

Your pencil dropped to the floor as you gasped.

"Banhammer!"

#legal woes || phighting #legal woes || writings #phighting x reader #banhammer x reader

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Don't care if it sounds cold. It is, what it is.

Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 1394

Summary:

Steve returns 3 years after he left for the past. Wanting the life he had with you before back without consequence. Too bad you’ve moved on with someone he least expected.

Warnings:

Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Hurt Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Exes, Sad and Sweet, Sweet Bucky Barnes, Moving On, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Abandonment, Domestic Avengers

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Woke up feeling angsty, with a mighty need to finish this dialogue heavy drabble I started last week. Happy reading!

You’re preparing lunch in your modest kitchen, singing and dancing along to the music flowing from your bluetooth speaker, when there’s a knock on the door. Knowing Bucky can easily hear it and you're currently preoccupied you leave him the task of answering it. You listen to the door opening and murmurs of speech for a couple moments before it closes again and two sets of footsteps can be heard heading your way.

“Sam, what have I told you about at least texting before you come over.” You look up from the island, expecting to find a grinning Falcon before you but are caught off guard by the imposing form standing under the archway. “Steven?”

“Hey, doll.” He takes a step forward as you close your eyes, shaking your head to relieve you from the vivid hallucination that is taking up space in your home. It isn’t until Bucky places his cool metal hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze, that you dare to open them again. 

“What are you doing here? And most importantly why ? You went after your happily ever after. You shouldn't be here.”  You blurt out, disbelief showing on your face. Bucky without hesitation makes his way to your side of the island, showing his support and making sure to be within arms reach if you need him. 

“It wasn’t quite as happy as I imagined it would be.” You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows. “All I wanted for so long was to have a do over with Peggy. So the first chance I had to fulfill that dream, I took it.” He places his hands on the island. “It was good at the beginning, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He locks eyes with you. “We barely spent any time together after a while. She was always working. Trying to better the world, leaving me alone with my memories of you. I found myself seeking out pieces of you in her. They always fell short. No one loved me like you. I wanted that back. So I decided I needed to come home.”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, tears brimming your eyes as you hand Steve a dose of painful truths. "What we had was special Steven. I'll admit that. But it wasn't enough for you. I wasnt enough for you. Your head was always full of the what ifs. Your heart was never fully mine to begin with. I thought that as time went on, that my portion was growing in size. How wrong was I to believe such things.” A lone tear falls from your eyes. 

“I'm a firm believer of actions speaking louder than words. You leaving me behind for a chance with her that day was all the reality I needed. It broke me. You broke me. Honestly if it weren't for Bucky, Sam and Clint’s family I don’t think I would have had the will to endure all that pain. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I wanted to not exist so I wouldn't have to feel the pain of being abandoned for a ghost of your past. I was real, Steve. I was there. I gave you the pieces of me I hadn't shared with anyone else before and you took all of that for granted. And now you're back and expect that love to still remain intact.” 

Your heartache seeps through your words, coating it in poisonous barbs, to protect what remains of the vulnerable organ. Bucky, your lover and loyal protector, moves in closer, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist, grounding you. “You have got to be kidding me. Even if I wasnt with Bucky, I wouldn’t take you back. Not after 3 years and having to rebuild myself. My standards have changed and you don’t meet them anymore.”

It’s as if your words delivered a swift punch to the gut for him as he lashes out with vitriol lacing his tongue. “And he does? My best friend. I always knew you had feelings for her. You couldn't wait to swoop in as soon as I was gone could you.” He has a white knuckle grip on the marble as he stares down the man he’s always trusted with his life.

Bucky just nods his head in disbelief as he replies. “I'm the bad guy, Steve, really?” He pulls you in closer to his side, done with the niceties. “If you must know. We didn't even broach anything near romantic until almost a year after you left us BOTH behind.” 

He clenches his jaw as he gets that possessive glint in his eyes and you know he’s not going to hold back. “When it finally happened, a natural progression if you will, there was no turning back. She became mine, as I became hers. It was fucking magical. She always came for me. On my fingers. On my tongue. Clamped tight around my cock like a vice. Squeezing the life out of me.” He husks, ghosting his metal fingers across your collarbone. “I helped her forget about the pain you caused when you left her behind for the past. I gave her an outlet for that agony. We sank into the darkness of our loneliness together. Don’t tell me that didnt mean something. Don’t be that daft Rogers. Our love for each other is bone deep.”

Steve stares at the both of you, a loss for words.

“Mama” comes over the monitor sitting behind you on the counter. You turn to see your daughter standing in her crib having woken from her nap. She continues on trying to get your attention, “Mama”, “Dada” the only words you can make out from the babble.

“I’ll get her.” Bucky kisses your temple and proceeds down the hall.

“You have a baby?” Steve chokes. “How old?”

“She’s 15 months old.” You state.

“So, she’s not mine.” He whispers out.

“Not a chance pal. She’s all mine.” Bucky beams as he walks back into the kitchen, your daughter Amara on his hip.

“You never wanted kids with me Steve. Certainly not towards the end. Why would you think she was yours?” You ask.

“Wishful thinking I guess.” He looks over at the sweet cherub face cuddling up against her fathers chest. “She’s beautiful.”

“Bug, want to say hello?” Bucky asks his daughter, a hand running up and down her back.

The toddler eyes Steve and squeaks out a “Hi.”

“Hello sweetness. You look just like your Mama, but with your Dada’s eyes. Such a lucky girl.” You watch as his shoulders slump. “I screwed up royally. I acted before thinking, once again, and look at what it cost me. Everything I ever really wanted was always right here with you and now I’m going to have to watch it from the sidelines instead of being the one to share them with you.” A lone tear rolls down his cheek. 

He wipes it away. “I know it’s not much, especially now. But for what it’s worth, I’m Sorry. Truly and deeply.”

“I know you are Steve.” You reassure him.

“We both do.” Bucky adds.

“I don’t hold it against you, ya know.” You impart, placing a hand on his. “If you didn't put me through all of that pain I never would have ended up here, with a life I never could have dreamt of. It’s not perfect, but that’s the point. It works for us and we’re happy. This home is full of so much love and communication. I had to be knocked down to know what I really needed in life. The things I wouldn't settle for. The things I deserved. I hope you can find that one day Steve. I really do.”

“Thanks, doll. I’m pretty sure that ship has officially sailed for me though.” He straightens himself out, Captain persona put back in place.

You give Bucky a look as he places Amara in her highchair. You can’t leave Steve in this state. No matter the pain he caused all of you, there is still love in your heart for him. “Stevie, would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I know Bug would love to get to know her Uncle Stevie.” Bucky states.

You watch a small smile emerge on his face. “I would enjoy that very much.”

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #light angst #ex steve rogers

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Kissing Daryl Would Include

- just like every other form of affection when it comes to Daryl, it takes time for kisses to be a regular thing

- of course, he’s wanted to kiss you since before the two of you even got together, but it wasnt appropriate then

- when you eventually revealed your crush on him, Daryl was on cloud nine for hours, until he realised something truly terrible

- the pressure for kissing was officially present

- kisses were expected, a normal coupley thing to do

- Daryl hadnt kissed anyone in so long he’d convinced himself that he’d forgotten how. what the HELL was his tongue supposed to do?! bruh. in the apocalypse there’s even less advice available to him wtf this is unfair

- he wasnt gonna stoop low enough to pretend to makeout with his own hand, but let’s just say he got dangerously close out of fear

- he really wanted to impress you, to sweep you off your feet with an absolutely flawless kiss, to make your mind go blank as you smiled at him in wonder

- you deserved to be loved like that, and Daryl would be damned if he missed the opportunity to give it to you

- with everyday that passed, the tension between you grew

- you knew Daryl very well, of course, so you understood his hesitance towards affection, and you were more than happy to wait for him

- he felt stupid about you having to wait for him, but he was so grateful that you did

- finally, the time came

- the two of you were out on a run, and while scouting out the street, it suddenly started pouring down with rain

- you ran for cover inside a clothing store, your clothes were soaked through but neither of you seemed to care, you were laughing at nothing at all and then you looked up at him

- Daryl had expected himself to reflexively pull away, maybe even literally run from the situation, so when he found himself leaning in via what can only be described as autopilot steered by his triumphant adoration for you, he was pretty shocked to say the least

- you were somewhat surprised too, but by something else

- Daryl comes across as very tough, harsh, rough in a way. he can handle himself, he’s a fighter, and a strong one. but you always knew there was a softness to him that he’d never admit to

- from that first kiss, you were proven right

- he was so, so gentle with you. his lips barely touching yours at first, until you leaned up to meet him, and even then his large hands held your face and your hips so carefully

- the stubble around Daryl’s lips was definitely expected, but you didnt expect it to feel so...hot

- he pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes still closed, a small smile on his face as he chuckled airily

- then he pulled back a little further to place a kiss on your forehead

- you reached up to cup his face in your hands, and then you kissed his nose

- Daryl blushed, avoiding your eyes and hanging his head bashfully, making you giggle and open your arms to him

- he fell into them, feeling his entire body relax, his mind at ease

- he’d done it, he’d gotten past it. he couldnt help feeling a little proud of himself, and you were immensely proud of him too. the vulnerability he’d just shown you, and was still showing you, meant the world

- sure, sex was still going to be an issue in the future, but that was a bridge to cross much later

- after that, kissing felt much more natural to Daryl, and he definitely took advantage of that

- he was so happy, so relieved to be so comfortable with you, he didnt even mind kissing in public

- by no means was he gonna makeout with you in front of an audience

- but, Daryl would absolutely hold your hand and bring it to his lips to kiss it, or wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer and place a kiss on your temple, or kiss your forehead before he left on a run

- it warmed your heart to no end, and your reactions to his kisses never failed to boost Daryl’s self-confidence

- the most beautiful person he’d ever known? swooning? for him? holy fuck

- to describe his kisses is to describe the most emotional intensity you can possibly imagine, being conveyed in a way that emphasises how precious you are to him

- but, he can definitely get a lil rougher when it is required of him 👀

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

[chaoscriess]

make you feel needed - bam margera

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! female jackass reader, cussing, jackassery, circa 2000, bam wasnt dating jenn at this time. this is my first full fic I've written on this blog, please be nice.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended but not constant, unedited, double periods intended, he has my entire heart. title was originally 'pretty boy' but I thought this one fit better, I'm obviously not the best at titles.

y/n, the only all-time female jackass member, had been away for a while. she grew up with jess margera, being by his side almost all the time. she knew of bam when she was growing up, due to being the same age as him, but she had never been friends with him. in fact, she was a bit afraid of him. she had always found him cute, developing a crush on him in the sixth grade that lasted all the way into her career as a jackass. why she was scared of him was a mystery, maybe it had to do with the crush.

somewhere along the line between when the jackass show started and season two ended, she had stopped being afraid of bam. her feelings of anxiety were replaced by lust. luckily for her, he felt the same way for her. she didnt know why it took so long for her fears to go away, but she was glad it was over. unfortunately, she left the country immediately after she got comfortable around him, leaving bam and their feelings for eachother in the dust.. she had to go to europe to visit the family she had in her grandmother's hometown, where the woman had passed away a few weeks before. when she got back, they had just begun filming for jackass season 3, and she decided not to tell anyone that she would be on set.

that leads us here.

"come on, bam! we need someone to do the stunt!" bam rolled his eyes and turned around to make eye contact with knoxville, giving him an unimpressed look. "there's no fucking way, man. it's just too crazy." johnny sighed and opened his mouth to reply, but paused when a door opened. the pair froze, it was y/n, the girl they hadn't seen in months. she greeted them with a smile and spoke excitedly, "I heard you needed someone to do the stunt?" bam's eyes went wide when he realized who she was, he was frozen in place, mouth slightly agape. she chuckled at the boy and stepped towards him, closing his mouth as she spoke to him. "you're gonna catch flies, idiot." he smiled at her before hugging her tightly. "god, I missed you so fuckin much." she laughed at his words before telling him the same.

johnny asked her if she really wanted to do the stunt, and she said yes. he muttered a 'okay let's go' and guided her to the set. she didnt actually know what the stunt was, but she knew it would be ridiculous if nobody else would do it, and she knew she needed to make her first skit back a stupid one. bam was left behind with a confused look on his face, scolding her with his eyes. he never liked it when y/n did stunts, and he always worried about her general wellbeing. however, y/n was the most stubborn person on the crew, and he knew he couldn't do anything about it.

afterwards, y/n met bam outside, but he wasn't happy like she thought he would be. instead, he had a sour look on his face, one that y/n had grown to hate. "you alright?" y/n spoke softly, trying her hardest not to upset the man any more than he already was. he nodded but looked away from her, which gave her the answer she needed. he wasnt okay, and it was obvious it was because of her. she sighed and reached out to grab his hand but he was hesitant to let her. "I'm sorry I left.. I missed you so much." he pulled her closer to him, resting his head on hers. he took a deep breath in before speaking back to her. "missed you too."

usually, she would have left it at that, she was never one for pda, or even showing her affection in general. this time was different than other times though, she felt like the affection was needed. even if they weren't together, and never had been, she felt like she needed to make him feel needed. she looked up at the boy she knew so well, and he looked back at her. as much as she tried to look away, she couldn't. she found that her eyes seemed to be drawn to his lips, it was almost impossible to stop thinking about kissing him.

somehow, bam sensed the rising tension and pulled away. she inhaled sharply and pulled him back, now embracing him in a full hug. resting her head on his chest now, she took in everything new about him. his cologne changed, his style slightly changed, and he seemed less happy. she wondered if this was her fault. "bam..," she paused, unsure of what to say next. she looked up at him and found him already looking down at her lips with half lidded eyes. she opened her mouth to continue, but was cut off by him speaking suddenly. "can I kiss you?"

y/n was surprised, it was almost as though he read her mind. instead of answering him, she quickly leaned up and connected their lips. bam's hands moved from their place around her waist to her ass, and she smiled into the kiss before reaching down and pulling his hands back to their original place. she pulled away from the kiss to speak and saw that bam had a wide smile on his face, the first genuine smile she had seen on him since she had arrived back. "later, pretty boy, okay? not out here. and I still hurt from that damn stunt." he chuckled and nodded, unsure if he would actually be able to wait, but he knew he would at least try for her.

#bam margera x reader #jackass #cky #cky crew #viva la bam #bam margera #jess margera #johnny knoxville #chaos calling!

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

So i wrote a little fic based off of the headcanon about New York using Little Space as a coping mechanism :) Again, ty @aceontheline for the hc idea <3

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New Jersey was walking down the NE hallway and was on his way to go annoy New York like a good older brother. Once he got to the end of the hall where York's room was, he didnt even bother knocking, he just straight up kicked the door open (like an a$$hole).

"Hey Yorkie!!~" his voice rang out. He looked over to where York would usually be laying on his bed and telling him to "F*ck off", but was a lil surprised when he wasnt there. He looked around the room a little bit and noticed some curled up in the corner. He observed them a little closer and realized that it was his little brother wrapped up in one of his numerous fluffy blankets. Jersey walked over and knelt down next to York and shook his shoulder. He expected to have York swat at him like a dang cat, what he did not expect however, was a whimper and for York to flinch away and curl up even further.

"New York? Ya good, man?" Jersey asked, his big brother and Jersey-Mom instincts kicking in.

All he got was a small huff-whimper sound.

"York? It's me, New Jersey??"

Silence.

"It's me....Jersey?"

Nothing.

"Vincent?"

He noticed some of the tension in York's shoulders leak away a little bit.

"*sigh* Vinny?" Jersey said, using the nickname York gave him when they were younger as a last resort. Finally, York uncurled himself and looked at Jersey with those oh so bright honey-brown eyes that Jersey remembered from their childhood, and the Garden State noticed that there wasn't any faux-malicious intent or anger behind those eyes, but instead there was a sort of child-like glee. Ohhhh- things made a lot more sense now. And if he needed more evidence that York was little, York tackle-hugged him with a small sharp-toothed smile and said (or tried to):

"Vinny!~" in a very quiet, almost whisper-like voice and buried his face in the older's chest.

Jersey was caught off guard at first, but he eventually smiled fondly (after making sure the door was closed) and hugged him back. "Hey buddy..." He knocked off the younger's hat and ruffled his hair gently, and he had to hold back an audible coo for the sake of his reputation when York melted with a content sigh and started purring.

York unburied his face and looked at the older with a slightly playful look. He giggled and made a small waving gesture with his free hand.

"Hi silly. What do you uh- whaddya wanna do?" Jersey asked.

York sat up and reached over and grabbed a book that was about flowers and different insects. He handed it to the Garden State with wide innocent eyes.

"Ya want me to read to you?" Jersey asked with a sweet-ish tone of voice.

York shook his head no and pointed to a picture on the wall. It took the older state a minute to figure out what he meant, but eventually it clicked.

"Ya want to flip through the pages and look at the pictures?" He asked, smiling a bit when York nodded yes excitedly. "Ok, very well then." He picked up the taller but lankier state and placed him on his bed and sat next to him. Jersey watched as the younger grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself in it along with a random bunny plush that he found and rested his chin on Jersey's shoulder with a smile. Jersey chuckled and ruffled York's hair playfully.

As NJ flipped through the pages, he thought about the reason that York was like this (he didn't mind that York was in little space, but he did mind the reason behind it just a bit). And it brought him some slight sadness the more he thought about it. Granted, they were all decently young, but York was much younger. And none of them deserved the treatment they got, but for York it was a lot worse, seein as England saw him as his prized possession and would do ANYTHING to get York to be exactly how he wanted him to. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt two gentle hands squeeze his sides. He turned to give York an amused look.

"What're ya doin' there, bud?" He asked.

York didn't respond, he just squeezed Jersey's sides again, giving a small huff of minor frustration when he got no reaction. He tried again, but the results were similar except for the small huff of amusement he got from his older brother. He slightly glared at the older, which only got a small chuckle from him.

"I'm not ticklish, bud." York seemed to find this answer unacceptable and squeezed Jersey again, this time around his ribs, and yet again getting no response.

"But y'know who is?" Jersey asked, sending a playful glare York's way, which sent the York to blush and back up slightly with a nervous smile.

"You are!!" Jersey gently shouted before tackling NY and tickling him all over his torso, the younger shrieking and giggling in response.

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Massachusetts was walking back to his room when he heard shrieking coming from NY's room (which was right next to his). So ofc, he decided to rush in there to check on his brother. When he walked in, he nearly melted at the playful sight before him.

New York was squirming around in Jersey's hold and letting out adorable shrieky giggles as Jersey wiggled his fingers all over his torso. His smile was almost as bright as the blush that spread across his face.

Mass chuckled and closed the door before walking over to his twin and little brother.

Jersey looked up at Mass and grinned at him. "Hey Masshole."

"Mahahattiehehe hehehelp!!! (Mattie help)" York laughed.

"Pfft- okay okay... Jersey give poor kid a break, man." Mass said.

"Fiiinnnnneeee...." Jersey said, letting the younger go and chuckling when he curled up next to Mass, his savior.

Mass chuckled and looked down at his little brother, and noticed the wide-eyed child-like glee in his eyes. And then he remembered that York had called him "Mattie" which was a nickname the younger had given him way back when (it was a short nickname for Mass's human name Matthew or Matt).

"He little?" He whispered to NJ as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through York's hair and gently scratched his scalp.

"Yea." He answered. "He's also pretty much asleep now."

Mass looked down at his little brother and sighed fondly. "Whelp. It's 11pm anyways, so we might as well go to sleep as well." He said before getting up and grabbing a few comforters from York's closet and making a nest out of them along with his numerous pillows and fluffy blankets.

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Connecticut was getting ready to go to bed and was walking to his younger brothers' rooms to say good night. He was a tad bit confused when he didn't find Mass and NJ in their rooms, but once he got to NY's room, he got all the answers he needed.

The three of them were all asleep in a makeshift nestnof blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. Mass was holding York close to him and Jersey held his arms around them protectively and had his face buried in the youngest's hair. Connie noticed that they had nothing covering them as they slept and closed the door and walked over to them. He grabbed a decent sized blanket and covered them with it before starting his way out.

He was stopped when he felt a small weak tug on his the leg of his pants. He looked down and saw York staring at him with sleepy pleading eyes. He smiled slightly and walked back over. He knelt down and placed a gentle brotherly kiss on York's forehead before worming his way into the cuddle pile so that Mass was on one side, Jersey was on the other, and York was wrapped around him like a koala. He smiled fondly before letting tiredness and the grounding weight and warmth of all three of his little brother's lull him to sleep....

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt new york #wttt massachusetts #wttt new jersey #wttt connecticut #AHHHHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEE 🥺🥺🥺 #this was very fun an interesting to write

[tacticalkinky]

Relax, Baby~

Ghost x Reader (by JM)

Tags: stress relief, blowjob, massage, smut, oral, glasses, fluff to smut

A/N: In this, Ghost is slightly disabled but still working. PTSD and anxiety ail him as well. Luckily you know how to help him. (Consider donating to a starving artist @ cashapp: $judamars)

Written by: judaciousmars

The door slams and makes a loud bang noise that pounded your ears hard enough to make your eardrums tingle and startle you from slumber. You groggily sit up in bed and clumsily slip your glasses onto your face. The covers whip off of you and you hurriedly swing your legs off your bed. Whoever is making all this racket had better have a good reason for it, you think to yourself as you swiftly carry yourself out to the living room.

Instead of seeing a complete stranger or even one of your annoying roommates, like you expected to see in the moment of suspense, you instead saw Simon sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. You were very confused to say the least, but the adrenaline quickly wore off as you realized you didn’t expect Simon home for another few hours. Cautious but concerned, you come up to him and sit in the chair on his left side, the strong side, since the incident…

“What’s wrong?” You ask, hovering your hand over the space in front of him so that he saw you but wasn’t triggered by your presence. Living with him for three years and dating for six taught you enough to know what makes things worse and what makes them better when he’s distressed. Simon was slightly prone to panic attacks and mental breakdowns, but luckily he had been regularly attending therapy and finding ways to help himself when youre not around. Some days were worse than others though, and this seemed to be a bad day. But you felt pretty confident it wasnt bad enough that you couldnt help.

After sitting in three minutes of awkward silence, you lay your hand palm side up on the table and slowly reach your right hand to his shoulder. Simon’s very tense in his muscles and joints, but doesn’t twitch or jerk when you reach towards him, so you rub his back. He takes your left hand with his own and leans on your shoulder. You look in a different direction than him but continue rubbing his back and letting him squeeze your hand.

Both of you sit there like this for a few minutes. You rub enough circles on his back to start a crop farm, and he silently cries but doesnt make a sound as you hold him close. Eventually, you both get tired of the silence, and begin to speak

“Sooo-“

“So-“

After realizing you both interrupted each other, you and Simon laugh. “Sorry baby, you go first.” You insist, holding his hands on the table and looking at him intently. Simon clears his throat and wipes away his tears on his sleeve. “I-I…uh…I…” Simon began to speak. He struggled to find his words but found immediate relief and comfort knowing you weren’t impatient. “I got sent home because…because…”

You cock your head to the side in confusion, because it wasn’t like him to get sent home. Simon loved his job, and had a great relationship with his supervisor, what could he have possibly done to upset Doug? Still, you patiently waited for him to collect his thoughts. “Okay.” Simon starts, taking a deep breath in and exhaling what felt like the air of a thousand winds. It seemed as though he had been holding in his stress for a while.

“It got pretty busy today. There was so much to do in so little time, I probably didn’t look happy or something because I was working the line when someone else told me to grab something from the shed. Well, I told them I’d be a second but I could get it for them as soon as I was finished with what I was doing.” Simon explained, grimacing as more tears welled up in his eyes and made his vision blurry. Simon squeezed your hand a little harder for one second to express both slight pain and general anger. “Well, honestly no one did anything wrong but they said something…I guess something like ‘Fine I’ll do it myself’ and that kinda made me mad, yknow?” Simon explains, looking at you for reassurance. You nod in understanding, of course he was right in feeling that way, you’d be mad too if someone got passive aggressive with you at work. “So anyways, I was kinda stressed already and trying to get through the day but barely holding it together, so I…may have…thrown things and walked into the break room to calm down. Well, because I threw a wrench, Doug followed in after me and talked to me.” Simon concluded, looking slightly more down like he was ashamed. You waited a minute before asking, “What did he say? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, no, no one got hurt. I didn’t even lose my job. But Doug was pretty firm about me going home for the rest of the day to cool down. So i did, and now Im here.” Simon answered you. You breathed a sigh of relief and mentioned, “That is so good that he understood and didn’t make it a big deal. That’s a good thing, right?”

Simon nodded and brought your face closer to his and kissed your forehead. “It is. It’s kinda funny cause on the way here half of my thoughts were rushed and panicked and the other half of them kept thinking about you.” Simon tells you, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckle and nudge his shoulder with your forehead. “I love you.” You tell him.

“I love you too.”

You then light up almost instantly as you remember something that happened earlier. A special package came in the mail, and you had been waiting all day for Simon to get home to open it. You figured it would make him happy to see, so you explain yourself immediately. “Something exciting came in today. Do you wanna see?”

Simon nods and holds on to your hand as you slowly stand up and guide him to stand up as well. You figured his leg wasn’t doing well either by how it had been propped the entire time. Once he got to his feet on a steady balance, you carefully lead him to your bedroom, turning on the lights and moving things to the side on the way. Once you get to your shared room, you switch on the lights and leave him at the doorway to rummage through your dresser and find………

(Part 2 will be up later. Consider liking and supporting me, cashapp: $judamars)

#mask kink #cod mw2 #mask k!nk #tactical gear #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ao3 writer #smut fic

[lovely-dove69]

The Arcana M6 +Valdemar with a S/O that cries blood

Asra💜: At first, they got worried, was this another unknown symptom of the plague?! Once you reassured them you were alright, they asked questions about it , as they wiped the bloody tears away.

Julian😈: Poor bby got so scared, dropping his coat as he ran to you. He dodnt remember any sort of condition like this, even if he was a really good doctor. Once explained, he asked you to explain, ect.

Nadia💐: She was on her way to your shared room from a very long meeting. When she opened the door, she wasnt expecting to see your bloody face, and bloody shirt. She rushed to you (with unbelievable grace), looking for any injuries. When she found none, she sighs in relief, rubbing her head from an upcoming headache. "My darling, i need a warning beforehand."

Portia👄: She disnt notice at all, until Pepi waltzed to her with little blood drops on her. Portia ran to find the source, and found you, face stuffed into blood tear-soaked pillow. She rubbed your back, frantically asking what was happening. Once you calmed down and explained, she offered to make her excellent pastries to make you feel better. 😍

Muriel💚: He was in the woods, chopping wood since it was close to winter, and yhe cave wasnt always warm. He was snapped out of his wood-chopping trance when Inanna came to him in a hurry. His mind immediately went to you, rushing back to the cave. He found you, washimg your face with a bloody rag. He reached for you, but pulled back, thinking he would hurt you more. Once you looked at him with a soft smile and an explanation, he hugged you close. How dare you scare him?

Lucio🐐: Now, this bitch, immediately saw, and screamed for a doctor. You had to slap a hand over his mouth so he'd stop screaming. It took about 30 minutes for him to calm down. He wasnt too happy at the scare, but kissed you. He was afraid you were dying, after all, he did sorta die like you did.

Valdemar👀: Curious, curious, curious...they sooo asked to 'inspect' you. After being denied, they decided to simply take notes, practically interogating you about your condition, poking at your body. Of course, they kept an eye on your condition, after all you were their lover.

Thanks for reading!

#Valdemar #Asra Alnazar #The Arcana #lucio morgasson #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #julian devorak #Muriel

[kusuokisser]

oomf reblogged a bunch of aro stuff and in honor of pride hour (i made it the fuck up Dont ask me any questions i dont talk to paparazzi) i want to talk about MYYY experience being arospec because it is Isolating and even if this reaches literally no one id rather at least have tried to share my feelings. Spreading love! 💝

growing up i very quickly realized that i wasnt getting crushes like the other kids were. as early as second grade i started trying to force myself to like the boys in my class. id, like, look around the classroom at the start of every new school year and look for the next boy to have a "crush" on. It sounds kind of funny looking back but like i remember how desperate i felt doing it. i remember one year i genuinely hated every boy in my class with a burning passion and, if nothing else, i remember the feeling of being wrong. i, a 4th (maybe 3rd?) grader, felt isolated and gross because i couldnt force a crush for a year.

i had known none of the other ones were really crushes, but it wasnt the romance i wanted it was the connections. i wanted to be able to join the girls talking about their crushes and i wanted to have a reason to try talking to boys; i wanted to be liked.

in 6th grade i think was the first time i didnt try to force a crush. i dont remember much from that year but i know that i didnt feel good. youd think that, as an arospec, i would have enjoyed the break from faking romance but at that point i didnt understand that my feelings werent quite real. i knew they werent like everyone elses, but i really wanted them to be even if it meant lying a bit to myself on the way. i felt wrong and weird.

in seventh grade that was when covid hit and everyone was quarentined, and also that is the year that holds my worlds most obvious example of my aromanticism ever. genuinely think back to this and go "how didnt i figure it out sooner"

i convinced myself i had a crush on my at-the-time best friend. there was no crush by the way, i judt knew i liked him more than all my other friends and to my socially deprived brain that meant it had to be romantic right? well he didnt like me back and literally i went, watched like two YouTube videos on something or other, and was over it. because the feelings were never genuine. it was never love it was a desire to be close with someone

8th grade was the first time i actually fell in love. by then i had figured out im a lesbian, and i met this girl named Jane. She was literally everything you could want in a girl and i fell HARRDDDDDDD i was so in love dont even. but I found that my capacity to love her fluxuated. the love was always there, but some days it was more platonic than anything. sometimes thr platonic periods would stretch for weeks. sometimes it would switch between platonic and romantic multiple times a day. it confused me and honestly? it scared me a lot. i distanced myself from her and eventually we broke up (for seperate reasons but this def contributed)

that really messed with me because now i was left with two understandings: i can definitely experience romantic attraction, and the romantic attraction can change at the drop of a hat.

after a lott of time and research i finally realized and accepted that im aromanticflux (will go into detail if necessary) and you know what? it didn't make me feel better. if anything it made me feel worse; i felt like such an asshole for getting in a relationship if it was always going to end.

now i am. Still coming to terms with my identity but i am learning to love and be kind to myself. the point of this whole thing is. youre never alone. there are eight billion people on earth, at least one of them is going through the exact same thing as you right now. you are not any less of a person because of your attraction or lack thereof

#Mimi gets serious wtfff #gross never do it again #faun talks about something other than saiki??? #aromantic #aroace #aromantism #arospec #Umm how do you even tag this #If it finds you it finds you. Love yourself ☺️💝

[spooklia]

Right, currently rereading armageddon outta here, and I have thoughts about across the dark plain other than that I love it. Firstly, gotta love nef content that doesnt completely drag him through the mud. But one line got me thinking.

The third day they found Serpine's horse. It had snapped its leg in a gulley and Serpine hadnt even had the decency to put it out of its misery.

Okay, this might just be me reading too far into things, but how would serpine kill it? It implies in the story that serpine left ireland in a rush, as mevolent was assumed dead.

They reached the top of a hill, looked down across the valley and saw a man running and falling...

They got close enough so that when Serpine glanced back they could see the fear and exhaustion painted across his dirty, sweating face

This reads very much like he has the clothes on his back and nothing else. If he had a gun, then he could have tried to shoot the dead men, or their horses, to slow them down and buy him some time. At first I thought he didnt kill the horse to save bullets, but why would he save the bullets if he wasnt going to use them in the one situation he would need them? He is competent and level headed in life or death situations. So I dont think he had a gun or a weapon. Now he could have used magic, but we know magic takes up a lot of energy and nef is exhausted so that isnt an option. Obviously the story is told from the dead mens perspective, so I think they assumed nef left the horse maliciously as it fits with what they know about him. They know him as cruel and ruthless, so of course they'd think his actions would reflect that. Dont get me wrong, I do think nef would leave his horse to save his skin, I just dont think he did it this time.

Tldr; the dead men assumed the worst and were most likely wrong.

#this is a useless and long rant #this reads as me trying to justify nef #but i swear im not #hes a psychopath and i love him for it #i just have feelings abt this #tomorrow im gonna talk abt the other armageddon outta here stories #and my opinions of them #but i wanted this to be separate #bc its long #im reading the old version of aoh #im not giving landy money for an extra like four stories #none of which feature my favs #skulduggery pleasant #nefarian serpine #skulduggery pleasant headcanons #the dead men #long post sorry #rant

[vanoefucks]

ok u want some for el u get some for el! for good, friendship, past, exit, first, future (sorry i rly like the last ones oops jksfhksjfas)

thank u browse!!

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

It would probably be Roe!! They met a couple of years prior to the events of the game and she is one of his few close friends. The two met at his father's estate one night when el was storming out of the place. El had just decided to cut off all ties with his father & was dealing with a lot and Roe was able to keep him afloat. She's the one person to know who his father is and stayed with him as he tried to rebuild his life after he broke things off with his buisness partner. If he hadn't met Roe El would've fucked off to the forest where he grew up and found himself living a very isolated life that he probably wouldn't have wanted to continue so he owes her a lot. more than that though the two get on well and for once he hs a friend that isn't worried about using him for gold or his connections seeing as she has enough of her own. when they're reunited it lifts his mood a ton and gives him another reason to get the job done

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

El is a good friend to those who earn it! He protects those he cares for and will do almost anything for the people he calls a friend but he's learnt the hard way that he can be too quick to trust. He's often loyal to a fault which is something he learned the hard way and has fallen victim to his friend's own ambitions in the past, enabling them to take advantage of him. He would've called the inner circle of his crew true friends until they betrayed him for some coin and power but now he has Roe & Brandy As the game goes on he slowly becomes cloest with Astarion + Shadowheart. he puts up a shield and lets the others think that they know the real him, the others aren't privy to his whole story until they reach the city.

Past: Does your OC have any past partners? How did the relationship(s) end? Are any of their exes still in their life, and if so, do they get along?

he has one (loser)! Zyl who was the brother of his ex buisness partner (Vana) . The guardian takes a form similar to the both of them as they were twins. (this wasnt fun for el to see and is very ??? to think abt when u remember el fucks the emperor in this form)

The two kept their relationship secret and somehow did for almost a decade, not wanting to complicate work but in the end it fell apart when El was betrayed. he only knew who to blame thanks to Zyl who told him and gave him info on where to find Vana. They broke up around 2 years prior to the game & as far as El knows Zyl is still somewhere in the city.

Exit: Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

Think this can be about Zyl again. Their breakup was a very quick thing. The moment Zyl told El that Vana was the one who framed him Zyl asked if it was the end of them. El said yes and left soon after that. El never tried to go looking for him after they said their goodbyes and saw him as a part of a time in his life he wanted to be over. El doesn't hold many negative feelings for Zyl but merely sees it as something that wasn't meant to work out. He realised that he didn't even really fight to keep the relationship going. It was just something that was never going to last. I might have them meet again once the group reach the city but there are others el's going to reunite with first.

First: Has your OC ever been the one to leave first? Why did they go, and who did they leave behind? Do they regret it?

The day El was taken by the mindflayers he had left Roe after an arugment. it was their biggest fight since meeting and the first time el had left something unresolved between them. it started over nothing and blew up into a huge fight that had both of them throwing things. at one point Roe used magic and El said enough was enough and left Roe's estate without another word. El didn't even get time to think about the fight until he had crashed on the beach. he spent most of his downtime over the next few days worrying about Roe and if she was safe as he was taken close to her house. it made him watch his temper but didn't stop him from snapping at the group when he got wound up. He doesnt enjoy being angry and if possible gets it out through fighting but when hes pushed over the edge its nasty and he tends to run before he does something he cant fix.

Future: Is there anyone your OC is looking forward to meeting or to seeing again? Who? What might that meeting or reunion look like?

He wants to see Brandy again. especially after finding out more about shadowheart & the shar scene in the city. as far as he knows she's still in the city but he'll end up finding her at last light. Brandy actively tries to sabotage their attempts at fixing the land surrounding moonrise and after shadowheart spares Aylin, Brandy leaves the group. El doesnt find her again until the confrontation at the sharran cloister. He also wants to pay his father a visit. because with his amount of near death experiences hes done with letting what his fathers done to him slide. at the very least he wants to have a go at the man. its not gonna go well!!

#if there are any typos i simply dont care #i am the WORST at explaining things im afraid #ask meme #long post #thank u tho browse. getting to talk abt roe was fun. they r besties.

[tharedfish113]

Seeing you pretend

CHAPT 2.

I was drunk while doing this, so... Its a draft!!!

Hr really doesnt understand qhetvis the big deal.

Until he sees kiri putting his arm around sero, brushing kaminaris tal, heck even cuddling with ashido in the Middle of the room.

The redhead has cuddled with every single one of their clases excepto him... Not that he needed, it Just felt like he was being left out on something, were t they supposed to be Best friend? He made sure that kiri knew, making him meals, studying with him, talking with him, heck he was the first one he talked about his nightmares! But... The redhead seemed to do that same shit with half n half, deku... Eveyone in the classroom... He wasnt really that especial to the redhead, even when going out, he seemed more at ease when it was a group outing that just them alone.

Fuck, he was supposed to get over all this shit, it didnt matter he wasnt especial to anyone, not to all might, not to kirishima, not to...

He grabbed his chest, the war really took a tool on him... No matter how much he trained... He still wasnt enough, and it was Hard to cope with that.

Of course after shit hit the fan on the Middle of second year, when the war was finally over and he recovered enough, he was send to mandatory therapy, not that he could bitch about that, he knew damn well he needed it, But... It was, Hard opening up to a stranger, a stranger that, has power over him cause they had information over him... It didnt matter he needed a out and the therapist suggested writing his feelings, iuck, he didnt even want to think of writing what he tought or felt, it seemed to much like shitty deku and it was way to dangerous, what if someone found his writings?

So, he opted to talk aloud in his room, it wasnt like anyone could hear him, he always did that when he knew neither sjouji Nor kirishima were in their rooms.

But it was a weird expirienxe the first time it happened.

He talked about him being jealous that kirishima wasnt as CLOSE with him as he was with eveyone else.

He didnt understand what was the big shit anyway, hugging, kissong, cuddling was something People expected from him, and he hated that, soft touch es werent his thing, But... Seeing mina sleeping on kirishima chest, his arms around her hugging.. It looked peaculful... It looked... Comfy.. Of course it must be a exageration, he could prove it, he could reach the dame level of comfiness with a lillow and a manta, stuf they had in the common rom, seeing the read head, watching how his arms embrace mina he put the blanket al rededor de sus hombros, ah... He grabbed the blanked tigther to feel the preassured, the softnes on him... He smelled it, being an article used by eveyone in class a, he was searching from a smell, a pinewood, there it was.

[manuedws]

Too late to apologize - part 2

Part 1 here

"Hey miss … miss? Are you okay ?"

She blinked and turned to the voice. Two guys in their mid-thirties were staring at her.

"Hey miss, can I offer you a coffee ? "

As she wasnt answering, lost in her thoughts, he got upset :

"A coffee to start , you seem to need something else"

The tall guy continued with a smirk, which made the chubby blond seated next to him snicker. The two exchanged knowing glances.

She looked at them for a few moments without really seeing them, then looked away and, without a word, walked towards the toilets. She heard them cursing behind her back.

After shoving her long hair up into a messy bun, she set about removing the traces of mascara from her cheeks. Her reflection in the mirror presented her with a young woman with a sickly complexion, the deep circles under her eyes were the witnesses of her lack of sleep. Her large green eyes, once so expressive, stared at the mirror, seeming to seek in that reflection the courage to keep on.

She was wearing an old pair of jeans, and a soft sweater, the teddy bear’s hair one - she liked to joke - the one she was only wearing at home, out of sight, when she needed comfort. There was a time when she would never have set foot outside her home without having been perfect. Everything was under control : appearance, balanced diet, regular physical activity, beautician as health appointment scheduled weeks even months in advance, and today she left for meeting her fate in pajamas…

"Well done Mc” she grimaced “you are doing better and better”

She splashed water on her face again, and the coolness brought some color to her cheeks.

Running her fingers over her soft sweater, her mind wandered. For some seconds, she imagined the moment when she would be in front of him, and a wave of tenderness washed over her and made her cheeks blush even more. He was standing there, close to her, he was alive, whispering in her ear that everything will be okay from now.

"No. Stop this !!! No chessy expectations !!!"

She thought, while having one last look at the mirror. She took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bathroom with a firm, determined step.

She knew what she had to do !

She didn't find exactly everything she wanted in the store, but it was a good start :

She found a flashlight, carabiner and ropes, first aid kit, a pair of scissors, a baby moisturizer, (not great but better than nothing). She added cookies, cereal bars, crisps, instant noodles, bottles of water and energy drinks that she stuffed into her big backpack, and kept in mind there were disposable phones behind the checkout counter, buying one might be a better solution.

She also took an XXL coffee, then went to sit on one of the tables, not far from the two guys.

Sipping her coffee, she took a few moments to sum up the situation and the plan she had in mind :

First, What did she know ?

1/ Jake was alive, she was convinced of it. She would have known, she would have felt it deep within her if something had happened to him.

2/ He was still inside the mine or he would have already contacted her. He was probably stuck inside as all exits were guarded, and considering the number of cops present on site, he had no chance of getting out of it.

3/ There were even far too many of them to simply lock down an area. They were probably planning to go and search the mine.

4/ They wanted him dead or alive !

5/ She was responsible for that situation.

She felt her stomach tighten once again with guilt and fear. She knew she shouldn't let those feelings paralyze her thinking, but the truth was there, there was nothing more important to her at that moment :

they wanted to kill him, and she couldn't let that happen, whatever the price.

WHATEVER THE PRICE.

Anger and revolt were adding even more confusion to her thoughts, and she had a hard time to calm down herself and continue to sum up the situation.

6/ As soon as she will reach Duskwood, she will be questioned, her phone probably searched. Same will be for others in the group. This had to be carefully planned.

7/ Apart from the members of the group, no one knew that Jake was in the mine and it was not her who had leaked the information. Since she still had no idea how the FBI had gotten access to this information, and it's not from Alan for sure as he seemed to be suprised to see them. She had to be careful : Among the group, there was potentially a traitor. However, she has neither the time nor the energy to focus on that. The best option was to consider everyone suspicious until that point was resolved. For the rest of the operations, she will need to trust someone, and she hoped not to be mistaken.

The plan was simple, its implementation was not the easiest :

The feds had to get out of Duskwood as soon as possible, so Jake can get out.

She even has a minimum of equipment to help him get out of there if needed. But she was expecting that it would not be enough to say that he's never been into the mines to make them all go away. The best solution was for them to figure that out for themselves, and she was going to give them some clues …

Next to her, the two guys were ostensibly staring at her from head to toe, trying to get her attention by talking loudly. Obviously, they were leaving for a few days on the coast, in a luxury villa with a huge swimming pool, on board the tall dark-haired man's luxury car.

“Good to know, ” she told herself. Those two guys just gave her a way to not get exposed as quickly as she thought. So she looked at them with a nice smile, to make them understand that she had noticed them, then looked away, feigning shyness. Hearing them giggle, she knew they had taken the bait. So she quickly sent a message to Lilly, asking her for some news, then headed to the counter to buy a disposable mobile which she paid for in cash.

Lilly's response was almost immediate: Hannah had been taken to the hospital. According to a friend of her father's, who was a volunteer firefighter and present at the scene, she did not appear to be injured. However, no one would be allowed to talk to her until the police questioned her. The group had just returned to Duskwood, Cleo's mom had come to pick them up, they were all still in shock.

There were so many things to say, so MC put on her bluetooth earphones and called her. Lilly picked up immediately. There was an awkward moment, then Lily finally broke the silence.

- “Any news about him ?

...

Are you okay Mc?”

- “no … and no… I'm on my way, I'm coming to Duskwood..” Mc answered, speaking quietly so no one could hear the conversation.

“Lily, there’s several things we need to talk about: First of all, you'll probably be interrogated as well, and maybe they'll check your phone, so I think you need to delete the conversations about your relation to him. It's better to hide anything that could be used to put pressure on him"

-“I was just thinking about that. I'm going to delete everything, as soon as we hang up

Do ... Do you think he's still inside?”

Mc looked at the television screen above her head, and replied:

-“I don't know, what I can tell you is that they won't stop searching around the mine, a real manhunt is underway, and I think he’ll need your #iamJake magic trick."

MC took a deep breath and keep on explaining :

-“ I don't know how you pulled it off the last time, but it took on a madness scale. We need the same thing. Firstly to cover the tracks like you already did once, but also We need to highlight the number of cops, and even a helicopter on site at Duskwood to track down a single man.” explained MC calmly, while she was writing frantically on her mobile phone.

"Jake once told me that the government spent a lot of time and money prosecuting him. I think people like you and me will also think that there are more relevant ways to provide security than send the cops for a walk in the forest. I just tweeted asking if it's really serious to spend a fortune on taxpayers' money to hunt a “pirate” and asking what's behind the sheer excess of what's happening right now in Duskwood.

If people complain and ask questions, the big heads of the FBI will no longer be able to condone this.”

-“You want to start a revolution”, Lilly joked, which made MC smile. “it can work, in any case, it's worth a try”

-“ I know you can do it. I will have to go now, but i have a last important thing to tell you, so listen to me carefully:

Whatever happens in the hours and days to come, and I say and repeat whatever happens, this whole conversation, and everything we're doing for him, has to stay between us, At all costs, and no matter what. I know you are trustable, but i can tell at some point, you will have to remember this,

for JAKE's sake.

Part 3

#duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake

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Percy Jackson:  The Battle of the Labyrinth first reading thoughts:

-I did not thought Rachel would come back, and even less so that she would play an important part. But I really liked her, she was pretty cool. (Not her throwing a hairbrush at kronos, how iconic)

-At the begining, Percy insisting it wasnt a date and then Annabeth being all upset about the interruption. My dear girl, she did thought it was like a date, didn't she?

-I liked that this was Annabeth's mission, we bearly saw her in the last book and here she got to shine a lot more.

-Ok, the setting of this one was amazing. I love the concept of a labyrinth and underground places so this was right up my alley and I think it was very well used.

-The fact that the labyrinth was so unstable and changing added a very interesting twist to it, I really enjoyed every time they were inside of it.

-I love that we finally see this four on a mission together, I loved it.

-And Tyson my dear! He was amazing on this one!-We see a lot more new monsters on this one and it really adds to the urgence of Kronos putting together his army.

-I really like that Percy actually questions himself why he is supporting the gods, I like that he realizes that things are not as binary as they seem. And Annabeth being so close to Luke and still caring about him adds even more layers to the matter.

-Nico's storyline was very interesting too, I like how it was handled, his unresolved issues wih her sister's death and how isolated he feels. I'm glad he realized at the end that he is not really alone.

-We actually got some focus on minor gods too! (Or at least mentions of them).

-Ok, it has nothing to do with anything but it got me thinking... Is Eros ever mentioned? He is a pretty significant figure among the non-Olympians and even a primordial god in earlier versions... No? We saw Aphrodite, so...

-Was not expecting to see Hera, but it was pretty cool.

-But I liked even more to see Hephestus, I loved how in very few pages you understand his struggle with connection and the kind of relationship he has with the other gods. (Also he gave me a lot of steampunk vibes and that is perfect for him)

-Hephestus saying is a shame Athena never married... Weird (didn't they had an accidental son when she rejected him in some myth?)

-I really love how Percy's dreams are used as narrative tools in the story. The slow reveilings of Minos, Daedalus and other small elements was very well placed and made me enjoy the story a lot more.

-Annabeth being jelous and Percy being totally oblivious was driving me insane, but it was kinda cute too.

-AHHHHH AND SHE KISSED HIM THEY ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T. Why didn't they talked about it after ajaksjsj wow, to be a 14 year old idiot again.

-Def was not expecting to see Calypso either, it was more depressing than I thought it would.

-It was definitely not acknowledged enough that they all though Percy was DEATH for several days. (And Hephestus let them belive it???)

-Damn, to see Luke get used like that felt very messed up. Kronos is back and it really feels everything is going down.

-Pan's death was sad and beautiful.

-The battle in the camp was really well narrated, I was at the edge of my seat the whole time. There was finally casualties and it just feels the weight of everything is coming at them. You can tell we are reaching the end of the line.

-OH MY GODS PERCY TALK TO ANNABETH

-Ahhh, I'm so happy Sally found someone who loves her.

-This kids are growing so fast I AM NOT OK

-I liked the ending, full of hope, but bitter sweet. At least I hope they all can have some happy times before everything goes downhill.

-Well I loved the book, may be my favorite one so far.

-I already started The Last Olympian and I can't wait to see where it goes.

-I'm aware now that there is waaay more books from this world and for the looks of it, I do intend to read them all. I'm so hooked, I don't think I can stop now.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #first reading